She stood there watching him. Still, to this day, after 20 yrs of marriage, the man made her nervous. In that beautiful blooming way that only he could . He wasn’t the tallest or largest of men. There was more than one viking over six and a half feet.Nor was he the shortest or smallest by far. Pride warmed her heart as she watched her husband with his men and their families. Everyone, men, women, big and small, high born and low born the same made way for her husband as he walked among them. Their body language spoke of their respect and affection for him. As well as their words and deeds. Rightly so! He had more than earned and proved he was worthy of their regard.
All the soft spots in her as a woman slowly started to sizzle as she let her eyes travel the length of him. The mere sight of his neck brings the smell of him flooding into her senses. The soft spot under his chin, beneath his long beard was home. Fine well worn leather vest stretched across well formed shoulders. His arms bespoke the years he spent perfecting his craft. Lean firm muscles that led to wrists and hands that had a legend of their own. Long beautiful fingers. Strong enough to leave delicious bruises yet graceful and soft while inside her. This thought has the breath stopping in her lungs. When her eyes fell to his waist, her next thought had her sitting rather abruptly into her chair. The finley plated leather of his belt made her thighs quiver and her woman’s juices leak. Dragging her eyes from his belt, she adoringly took in one of her favorite parts of him. Long legs that eat up the ground yet tread quiet and smooth. She never knew what it was about a man with legs….. But Gods be praised her man had them. Watching as those gorgeous legs turned and began to slowly stride her direction, her eyes traveled back up the length of him and locked with his. Amusement danced in their blue depths and shined brightly with pure male satisfaction. Her stomach flip flops as he place one hand on either side of her chair and leans in close. “ You’ve got that look about you woman.” he growls, brushing his lips across hers and along her jawline, he buries his face into her neck and inhales deeply.
